Ballet

作词 : Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr.

作曲 : Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr.

Niggas be like, "Hey, what’s good, Smi', bruh? I seen your little SoundCloud pack or whatever. Got you some little plays and shit. Little comments and shit. You got you some little fans too. I guess you just doing your little thang, huh? I remember when you was a little nigga."

I be like, "Bitch! Get off my—dick!"

[Chorus]

(Yeah) Keep my

Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad

(Yeah, yeah)

Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green

(Yeah, yeah)

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been on my wait too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been waiting way too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I don't wanna wait no more

Yeah

[Verse 1]

This my shit

Every time I walk in, play my shit

Dark Liquor, dark shades, dark ass skin

Bright future so the booches wanna choose up quick

Yeah she want me to poke her mind, she a little freak-a-chu

Shockingly bad, little thang electrocute

(Oh, my God, Smi'—you like God, Smi'!)

Nah, don't call me that

I be where the zombies at, insomniac

'Member sippin' lean in a clean white Pontiac, Bonneville

That's before I lost the weight I had, no Jonah Hill

Running up a lonely hill, feeling like I fell off

Bosses take a L as a lesson, not a real loss

About to spark a L in the elevator, getting real elevated

Make my little bitch feel celebrated

I be all frigid just, bool la rouge

Got a boo right now she tryna Vo Lay Voo coo

Say a say squa

[Chorus]

(Yeah) Keep my

Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad

(Yeah, yeah)

Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green

(Yeah, yeah)

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been on my wait too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been waiting way too long

(Are we there yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I don't wanna wait no more

(Yeah) Keep my

Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet

(Yeah, yeah)

They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad

(Yeah, yeah)

Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green

(Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus 2: Bari]

Hoe ain't no sleep, bitch we pull up pallets, uh

Remember cuzzo used to trap out the Galant, naw

Naw, I mean GaLLant

Read and react like I'm Marcus Trufant

I ain't gone stop till I cop off the lot

Press buttons to start, yeah, I crash when I stop (Ooh)

Nigga too cool in the Cuban links

Bruh, you cool, nigga you with me

Muh****a, you through if it's you or me

Yeah I put that stone on her

Hard Rock Cafe took her dome from her

Red Cafe, this a shake down

Got the bitch bussin', got that moan from her

Yeah I had her assed up, face down

This dick ain't free, got a loan from her

[Verse 3: Smino]

I don't want her

**** around, gave her ass the wrong number

Nigga been hot all year like a long summer

Bread winning ahead, getting ahead

Give me the head, shawty be cool

Before I take it back like my Force 1s see through

Politicking with a little chicken saying we rude

**** the White house, this the ice house, igloo

I see no evil, I never switch up on my people

[Chorus]

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been on my wait too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I been waiting way too long

(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)

I don't wanna wait no more

(Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup)

[Outro: Crazy Groupie]

Girl: Oh, so you're really gon' keep sending me to voicemail like this? Like, for real? I don't understand, like, you [beep]ing with the wrong one. You keep [beep]ing with me, you wanna [bleep]ing lay with me, you wanna play with my head, you wanna do me dead [beep]ing wrong. But then you don't want to pick up the phone [call cuts] I'm dead-ass never ****ing with rappers again, like, all of this ****ing talk that you do—like, Smi, you're—honestly, your music is not that good [call cuts] honestly don't got ****ing time, you think I got time to just be [beep]ing calling you, every [beep]ing day? Getting sent to [beep]ing voicemail, like, that is [beep]ing [call cuts] but I'ma show you [beep]ing insane, dead-ass, for real. Bet it up. Call me back though